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Young Writers Project Saturdays and Sundays May 18, 19, 25 & 26 @ 11am. Theatre of NOTE will be premiering five 10-minute, one-act plays written by high school kids from various schools in our community. They are then directed and performed by professional actors in and outside of our company. Admission is free! #youngwritersproject #ywp2019 #theatreofnote (at Theatre of NOTE) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxk-1xppnag/?igshid=1g7tcop1q995z
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wip. any advice would be awesome!
For more awesome poetry, check out youngwritersproject.org
If you didn't know, they also have an awesome Online Magazine which is pretty sweet (link to the first edition below).
http://www.joomag.com/en/newsstand/the-voice-1/0067251001409160357
(P.S. you should subscribe to the magazine, there's a new edition each month.)
If you love to write an live in VT of NH, you should really sign up. It's an amazing community to be a part of.
(P.P.S. they have a tumblr you should follow too ;) )
Poison In the Form of a Colour-Blind Boy
Her heart is cold. Desperately frozen, leaking all semblance of love through her arteries. And this love? It is not love. Poison slips through her veins to her cracked fingers [cracked with cold and covered with Mickey Mouse band-aids] and her lips. It slips past crevices in her bruised, chapped lips Gnawed on by minty, chipped teeth. Her spine is fused. The sludge of this poison clicking her vertebrae together one by one It makes her desperately uncomfortable Just like the rest of her existence. Her frozen heart constricts with each word of his she reads. A small stack of letters in unchanged, terrible handwriting. She counts the word ‘love’ no less than 6 times in the first letter And the words ‘I’m sorry’ no less than 7 in the second. Which is fitting Because she’s sorry…so sorry for loving him. [as it’s terribly inconvenient] [because of Her] [and because of miles of space] She feels the despair wrapped around her left leg. Despondency snakes up her right. Sorrow shocks her from all angles. He’s contaminated her. So she listens to music that makes her cry until she bleeds And she’s left to try and claw him out of her skin. To scrub him off her hands. To bite him out of her lips.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Planetarium
And I have a sick fascination with planets that spill from fingertips galaxies that collect near hairlines like dust
And the men on the concrete corners act like aliens holding up technology boxes speaking to invisible people with perfect hair and loud problems
And despite society’s ruination these are the things I hold dear:
dark blue minor chords eyelashes typewriters Not To Be Mentioned At The Dinner Table
And everything else is in a basket a miniscule wicker basket hidden next to mementos from childhood:
pages of ink black words threadbare tee shirts
And, planets and galaxies that haven’t spilled from me in years.
And I can hear Saturn’s moons crying
Help Help Help
Something new to read!
Things You Said
You said you were magic because the lights turned green every time we hit the intersection. Like they knew you were coming. And every time, without fail, they turned green and you would look at me and smile like I told you so. You said you liked driving with me because I had better taste in music. So I made you a mix cd as the first installment of your music education. And I don’t think you ever listened to it because you don’t care about The Monkees or The Temptations or Billy Joel. You said you didn’t like parking in the sketchy lot near my apartment building because you once saw some guys smoking pot near your car. So I told you to park underneath the building in the back where the guests put their cars. ‘For future reference’ I told you. You said you’d see the premier of TFiOS with me in June. You said you had to bring me to see Noah when it came out because if you take away the last letter that’s my name. You said it was a good thing we had seen Across the Universe because it helped in class when we learned about the anti-establishment during the Vietnam War. You made me promise that the first time I’d ever watch Lord of the Rings, it’d be with you. I intend to keep that promise. [Even if you never kept to yours. And the things you said.]
